"You see, your majesty, we have much to offer you." Commander Dufort said. Queen Ruby nodded slowly, her guards watching the conversation with awe. It wasn't every day that five scavengers dressed in funny clothes and spoke Dragon, which Ruby had just recently learned was actually called Arnish, came and asked for an alliance. "And I suppose you are proof that what Jade Mountain sent me was true." Ruby said, the letter written by the Dragonets of Destiny sitting on the arm of her throne. She had read it at least ten times since it had arrived. "It will be a tough thing to enforce." Ruby continued. "Dragons have been treating your kind as nothing more than animals for thousands of years. It will be hard to suddenly tell them it's illegal to do so."

"With the technology we have, I doubt anyone will be complaining." Dufort said. "With our ideas, your kingdom will flourish." "And tensions are at a height. If war breaks out, we will need those weapons." Ruby said. "I have made my decision. In trade for schematics and information on Old Monarchy's technology, the Skywings will grant you and your citizens rights within this kingdom and protect Old Monarchy from threats if needed."

. . .

Vine and Swordfish sat alone in the cave Vine had been sleeping in since she arrived in this world. Vine was glad the Necklace of Sola had repaired her eye. She had been worried that she would never see clearly again. "You know that's why she wanted to kill us." Vine said. "We have the Kiss of the Void. That makes us dangerous to them." Swordfish was silent. He was staring at the floor. "Was it really her fault?" Vine whispered. "It doesn't matter what she could and couldn't control." Swordfish burst out. "It doesn't matter who's fault it is that ANY of this happened. She lied to us, betrayed us, kept secrets, and tried to kill us. She killed Rainfall, Pike, Changbai, and Coconut, and almost killed many more. She is not our ally!" Swordfish stormed out of the room, leaving Vine to cry by herself. "But… not Blizzard too…" She whispered. But nobody heard her.

. . .

Falcon landed on the ground in front of the soldiers. A Mudwing bared her teeth, but an Aniwing emerging from inside the battleship called her off. "Stop. That's the spy." He said. "Falcon, right? You're lucky we were here to pick you up so you didn't have to make it all the way to Midhalm on just your wings." Falcon nodded. "Yeah. I'm Falcon."

He was lucky to find an Anibian battleship out here. They must have been from the island colony of Midhalm, patrolling the seas for anything coming from Pyrrhia. Midhalm was commonly referred to as "The Watchtower." As they were the closest anyone had gone to Pyrrhia, and would be the first to know if a Pyrrhian army began to cross the Kamay Ocean, the ocean that separated Thessalstia from Pyrrhia.

"What was it like over there?" Asked the other solider, a curious-looking Icewing. "I've heard stories that it's stuck in the 1500's." "It is." Falcon said. "But there's something that I need to get to Commander Ghastly as soon as possible." "Alright, I'll get them to turn this boat around and get back to Midhalm." Said the Aniwing. He spread his wings and began to fly towards the command of the ship.

"What did you do over there?" Asked the Icewing. "Well, I wandered around for a bit. Apparently, the entire continent just had a massive war. I found a school that was built inside a mountain, run by these good-intentioned, yet ignorant dragonets that had stopped the war as foretold by a prophecy. I pretended to be a teacher from the Skywing nation that had lost his job, and they gave me a job." Falcon had been a professor back at Namsura University in Wilmingfield. His studies into the Pyrrhian rebellion had been why the military had asked him to go undercover in Pyrrhia. Technology had finally surpassed what the world feared Pyrrhia was capable of. And they were right. Their only animuses were Stonemover and Turtle, who posed no possible threat to the Allies. The time for a final invasion of the continent was soon.

But what the Icewing asked next caught Falcon by surprise. "Are they truly evil?"

. . .

Our trust in the Travelers had been shaken. We didn't know if we were supporting the right side anymore. Sure, Lucifer's plans were dangerous, but was Jerboa's way of stopping him bad too?

We had no idea. But the next morning was our Earring Ceremony. We would become full Travelers.

But then what would we do?

. . .

The four dragonets stood attentively in the room where they began their initiation into the Travelers. The rugs had been replaced since then, but it was still the same sunlight that shone through the long, skinny windows. Papyrus and Apollo stood on either side of the door, waiting for Jerboa to enter with the earrings. They had gotten their ears pierced already, and Rainfall was restraining himself from touching the fresh puncture. They all had their white robes now, hoods down, pockets with tools and weapons arranged in the traditional way. Quick-attach rifle from the foreign country of Shongui at the side. Rainfall and Frost were wearing the traditional World-Crosser necklace worn for Traveler tradition. It had a small blue stone surrounded by a silver ring. Swiftwind had been given the option to wear a Balksland army helmet, which she did. The crest of Balksland, an eagle holding a sickle in its talons, shone in silver on the side of the dark grey metal. There was silence, only interrupted by a small cough from Apollo. And then Jerboa entered.

The Travelers had been going on long before Jerboa was the head of the society. They had been formed about 600 years after the Scorching, started by a Seawing named Gill of Harshire, who believed Camael was something he called an "Other." Although most of the old traditions had been dropped, some of them still existed in traditional ceremonies.

Jerboa smiled at the dragonets. They stared back, showing no emotion. Each dragonet knew what the other was thinking. Can we trust her? Mahogany drew in a loud, shaky breath. Rainfall watched Frost lower her head and let Jerboa clip the earring on her right ear. Two golden dragons entwined around each other. Modeled after the Earring of Sola, one of the Relics of Hamza. It had been used throughout history as a sign of restoration and peace, but was it a lie?

Frost shot Rainfall a quick look as she put her head back up. Rainfall lowered his head for his earring. He saw the face of Jerboa in front of him, and lightly ground his teeth together. He felt the metal ring click around his piercing. He was officially a Traveler. He raised his head and watched as Swiftwind lowered her head, and Jerboa did the same for her. Finally, Mahogany was also deemed a Traveler, the earring dangling from his ear as well. Jerboa turned and nodded at the teachers and left the room without a word.

"Alright then, congratulations!" Papyrus boomed. "You are now Travelers, free to…" A woman walked into the room and made eye contact with Papyrus and said something in Jeoul, the language the humans in Pyrrhia spoke, with urgency. Papyrus looked at Apollo, concern in his eyes. "The Flower of Easifa died. You explain it to them. I have to go." The Mudwing quickly walked out behind the woman.

Papyrus was gone. Perfect. Apollo was much weaker.

Apollo closed the door behind Papyrus and turned to the dragonets. "Alright, I guess I'm doing this… so now you have free reign of your abilities and this world… I-" Apollo was cut off as all four dragonets suddenly rushed him. Frost pulled a rag out of her cloak pocket and shoved it over Apollo's mouth as a gag. She gagged him as the other three pulled Apollo to the wall next to the door and held him there. Apollo made a muffled sound and swiped with his tail at Mahogany. It caught him in the cheek, and he let out a small grunt. Swiftwind took off her helmet and held it up threateningly. "Do something like that again and let's see how this works on skulls." She said quietly. Apollo's eyes darted around at the dragonets surrounding him.

"We're going to ask you a few questions." Swiftwind said as Rainfall, Frost, and Mahogany held the Skywing down. Rainfall was remaining a blue shade on the outside, but inside he was panicking. He couldn't believe they were going through with the plan to get answers. It had been his plan… but he still couldn't believe it was happening. "Answer truthfully, or I'll strike with the metal helmet here. But I don't think you'll lie to us. I think we're on the same side." Rainfall saw a bead of sweat trickle down the Skywing's face.

"What exactly is the plan to defeat Lucifer?" Swiftwind asked. Frost removed the gag. Apollo exhaled loudly. "Scream and see what happens." Mahogany said quickly. Apollo looked at the dragonets. "Which one of you planned this?" He asked softly. They were silent, but Rainfall swallowed. "It doesn't matter… I guess. We are on the same side here, I've always said that everyone should know the plan, but some of the higher-ups don't like that."

"So, you'll tell us?" Frost asked. "The plan is… complicated." Apollo said. "Uh… Basically, the Travelers need 9 souls. They want to have Travelers kill Lucifer and all 8 of the King's Council, so we can assume control over Hell." "And how many souls do they have?" Swiftwind asked threateningly, and with a hint of anxiety and unsureness. "Uhh… Well… I'm not exactly… qualified to know that… But I had a hunch that they've had at least two for a long time, but a few years ago, this Nightwing named Thoughtspeaker disappeared. I always suspected he was one of the carriers… and I was only more convinced of this when we started looking for him."

Rainfall looked at Mahogany, who was staring at Apollo with horror. "What if someone with one of the souls dies?" Rainfall asked. "Well… Papyrus once told me about an older Seawing named Salmon that used to be a Traveler. One day he disappeared, and the Travelers said that he was sick and died in his sleep, but they never showed a body. Which was weird because he was one of the top Travelers." Apollo said shakily. Swiftwind stepped back, her mind probably coming to the same conclusion Rainfall's had. "They keep the souls in a body until they become undesirable of some kind, and then have someone else kill them to keep the soul in the Travelers." Swiftwind said with shock. Apollo nodded meekly. "Or at least, I think that's it." He said.

Mahogany looked at his friends with tears of terror in his eyes. "Oh no…" Frost whispered. "I have a soul." Mahogany said to Apollo. "Jerboa… she just… took me after I killed that Nightwing." "Thoughtspeaker." Rainfall said. "They took me here… they turned me into a Traveler… only to have me killed…" Mahogany whispered. "Then they have two." Frost said, sharing a worried glance with Rainfall, who was now full pale green, with hints of red. "Make that four." Swiftwind said. "Horizon and Fjord are straight out of the Console. They probably brought them here to have them join or die."

"Three moons…" Mahogany said, trembling. "Well… I mean… what else are we going to do?" Apollo said quietly. "The only way to defeat a demon is to have someone with a soul kill them. Lucifer's plans… Project Liberation… will continue as long as the Council still has control. And if that happens, we'll all die. This is the only way."

Swiftwind looked up at the ceiling. "He… has a point. That might be the only surefire way to do it. Animus magic is kind of… unreliable." It was common knowledge within the Travelers that although animus magic couldn't kill or hurt a demon, it could do other things to slow them down. "I've long suspected this to be the plan, and to be honest, I don't see another way. A few lives in trade for all lives… sounds like a good trade to me." Apollo said in a trembling voice.

There was silence before Rainfall spoke up. "What is the Flower of Easifa?" He asked. "Something an Anibian queen enchanted about 400 years ago. We stole it from them. It's a small orchid that only blooms when it can sense danger. Which is why you four picked a bad time to do this…" Apollo said. "I thought Papyrus said it died…" Frost said slowly. "He did. Which is the bad part. It was enchanted to stay alive, which is why it's been around for 400 years. But just now it suddenly dies…" "Something killed it." Rainfall finished. "Something doesn't want us to have warning." "Which makes me think that they found us." Apollo said darkly.

"Well, what do we do?" Mahogany asked. "Do we stay with the Travelers or should we run away now before the Demons come?" "We probably don't have much time." Frost said. "If we run away now, he will tell them, and the Travelers will come looking for Mahogany." Swiftwind said, pointing at Apollo. "So what do we do?" Frost asked. "We could make him promise or something, make him prove that he's a good dragon." Rainfall offered. "No. We can't rely on something like that." Frost said. "What if we just… got rid of him…" She slowed as she reached the end of her sentence, and Apollo's eyes darted back to the faces of the dragonets. "I taught you all… I never expected…" He stammered in bewilderment.

"We can't do that." Mahogany said. "Look. We'll keep this all a secret between us all and know what the Travelers are doing. Maybe we can still try to stop Lucifer, and simultaneously work against Jerboa in the shadows." Apollo nodded eagerly. "I'm sure there are other Travelers that will help us. Coyote and Constellation for sure. Our biggest problem will probably be Abyss... he's hard to keep secrets from." Apollo stammered. When Apollo finished his sentence, they all stopped and realized something. It had gotten… rather quiet outside. The normal noises of Possibility had fallen silent. The whole city had suddenly… stopped.

The dragonets let go of Apollo, and quickly walked out the door. Frost stopped Rainfall before he walked out. "We should go off by ourselves. Screw the Travelers, we can go off and live on our own." Frost said. "No, we can't. Not when we still have friends here." Rainfall said. "Yeah. That's true." Frost said glumly. "We could take them with us… We can finally be free…" She said, but Rainfall was already walking away. There were other Travelers walking towards the exits. They all seemed… concerned with the silence as well.

When the door on the street opened, and the Travelers poured out onto the road. They were greeted by a world frozen in time. Dragons were frozen in their activities. A cabbage falling out of a vendor's cart was floating in midair. A nearby fountain's water was suspended in time. A bird flying above the city was frozen. "What…" Swiftwind asked nobody in particular. Rainfall stared all around him at the city standing still. "We're the only ones still moving." Someone said. "This is…"

The street nearby suddenly cracked open. The Travelers began to yell and take to the sky as all around them, the streets of Possibility opened up, the sandstone and cobblestone streets looking like scales, and dragons began to crawl out. The dragons were mostly Sandwings and Skywings, but there were a few of the other tribes too. But they all had one thing in common. They were all covered in that dark green webbing Rainfall recognized from the woman in Sydney.

Frost let out a shriek as the dragons began walking, ripping their disgusting cocoon-type webbing as they walked. Their eyes were staring at the dragons and humans in the air above them, ignoring the frozen citizens of Possibility right next to them. The eyes were dark and gaunt. The dragons were skinny, and moved in strange, almost puppet-like movements. The Travelers began screaming and loading weapons, ready to fight the small army of dragons.

Papyrus flew over to Rainfall and his friends. "That's the same webbing you found around the dead woman on your mission, right?" He asked. He was obviously scared too. "Have you ever seen anything like this before?" Swiftwind asked. Papyrus shook his head. "Never. This is… new." "Who's causing this?" Rainfall asked. "Most definitely Stygal." Papyrus answered, not breaking his gaze from the creatures below. "That webbing seems to heal wounds… These are dead soldiers from the old fights the Sandwings and Skywings have had over Possibility. They've been reanimated."

A man suddenly rushed out of the underground and screamed when he saw the dragons in front of him. He pulled out a pistol and shot the one nearest to him in the side. The webbing seemed to absorb the bullet. The Travelers began flying down to engage the dead but were too late. Rainfall watched with horror as the Skywing the man had shot suddenly burst forward, shedding all of its webbing. It ripped through the man's body with its claws, tearing him into shreds, ripping his stomach clean off.

"THEY ARE HOSTILE. ENGAGE THE DEAD WITH LETHAL FORCE!" Jerboa ordered at the top of her lungs. The Travelers began descending to meet their enemy, but the dead soldiers took flight too, their wings ripping through the seaweed-like substance, and began to fly as well.

Rainfall turned to look at Frost. "I can't…" He began, but she was looking at the top of a nearby building. On it were three figures. A human skeleton wearing dark robes, holding a simple scythe. A strange, two-headed dragon with blue streaks down it's body, it's talons looking like swords, it's tails sharp and pointed. And finally, a dark-green robed man-like figure with a long-beaked skull for a head, in his hand, a bow, on his back, a quill of arrows.

Stygal. Miczariel. Adnachiel. The enemy was here.

. . .

The Demons had found us, and Stygal had raised an army of dead dragons to attack us. But the real problem would be Adnachiel and Miczariel. This would be my first time going up against a demon, and they were two of the most dangerous. Miczariel, the warrioress, and Adnachiel, the hunter. Specifically designed for killing non-demonic beings.

I thought I would die in that battle. I survived. Sometimes I feel like it all would have been better if I died, but then there would be nobody to do what I must do. I lived for a reason.

. . .

The Travelers met the dead dragons head on, shooting them in the skulls with their rifles, spearing them, and using just their claws. But the dragons seemed resilient. Unless it was a clear shot to the head, they would just keep going, their bodies seeming to ignore the damage done. The three demons watched from the rooftops, except for Stygal, who turned into a raven with the shapeshifting powers of a Demon and began flying around the battle.

Rainfall watched all of this from above. The Travelers had taught him how to use his Rainwing powers to their fullest extent. Rainfall still refused to sleep during what would be sun time, something even the other Rainwings found odd about him. Rainfall had been trained to use his venom and his color changing scales to his advantage. He had been designated as an "assassin." While Frost and Swiftwind had been called "assault" and Mahogany "support" based on their abilities and talents. Rainfall felt he had finally been proven correct by being taught to use his Rainwing abilities as weapons and methods of survival, and not just for show and beauty.

Rainfall watched the battle from above, waiting for the best time to strike, watching the two other demons warily. He watched the two demons on the building. He knew he was unable to do anything against them, so he waited and watched. He mostly focused on Frost and Stygal's raven. Frost fought well, nearly killing one of the dead dragons on her first try.

Frost had been raised by her father to be an Icewing soldier in the war. She always had to try so hard to beat Blizzard due to her family's competitive nature, but what really did it was what her father always taught her. Rainfall remembered the story Frost told him.

Frost once asked her father about the morals of killing. She had been taught by another instructor about what happened out in the war. "The enemy dragons may have a life. They may not be a bad dragon. They may have a family. But you must disregard all of that in the heart of the battle. They may have something back home, noble ideals, good morals, but they are the enemy. And in war, the enemy will take away your family. Your dragons. Your home. Because they know the same about you. If you do not fight, it will all be taken away. Death is bad, but if you do not fight, what you care about will be ripped away from you."

So Frost fought. She once told Rainfall she would do everything she could to protect the ones she cares about. Rainfall watched her breathe frostbreath on a dead Sandwing and shoot him in the temple when he slowed. Rainfall then realized he had been lost in thought, and the raven had been lost from sight. Rainfall finally spotted it flying around behind him in circles. It then landed on a small windowsill of the building which held the doors to the underground, which had been closed. The raven let out a shrill call that echoed throughout the battle.

The dead dragons suddenly turned from the Travelers and began flying towards the direction of the raven, ignoring what previously seemed to be their target. "DON'T LET THEM GET IN!" Cried the voice of Jerboa. "HOLD THAT DOOR WITH EVERYTHING WE HAVE!" Rainfall scanned the crowd, picking out his friends, hoping they weren't in the small group of dead bodies that now lay on the cracked street.

Where was Mahogany?

A sudden, creeping thought appeared in Rainfall's mind. He looked around for Fjord and Horizon. They were gone too. The dragons with souls had been locked inside for safety, and the Demons now knew that. That was now their target. Up on the building, Miczariel spread her wings wide and leapt into the battle. Adnachiel drew his bow.

The Travelers screamed as Miczariel breathed fire down upon the building. As fire rained down, a small fireball seemed to roll down on the street below. "Rainfall!" Cried out the voice of Frost and Swiftwind, who were flying towards him. Rainfall looked at Adnachiel, and then the fireball, which looked dangerously ready to explode. "LOOK OUT!" Someone cried. Adnachiel fired his bow at the fireball and it exploded.

Rainfall went flying backward as the street exploded, sending chunks of rock, sand, and bodies flying everywhere. Rainfall landed on the roof of another building. Frost landed nearby, and Swiftwind fell into a palm tree, the impact of the trunk against her back making her slump to the ground. Rainfall quickly got up and helped up Frost. "Oh no…" Frost said, pointing behind Rainfall.

Behind Rainfall, there was fire and death rampaging. Adnachiel and Miczariel were engaging with full force now, and out of the crater the explosion had left behind, more of the undead began to crawl. Their faces covered by Stygal's disgusting webs. The remaining Travelers were fighting back, using their strange weapons and abilities against the demons and their dead soldiers. Only they couldn't do anything against the Demons. Command had locked the only ones capable of doing anything away inside. Rainfall checked the door. The explosion had been far enough away that most defenses around the door were okay, but Rainfall noticed that some of the dead dragons were beginning to fly around the building. Soon, they would have the whole place encircled.

"Hey! Come on! We need to help Swiftwind and go find Mahogany!" Frost cried. She began descending to help the unconscious Skywing below them. Rainfall looked back at the battle, and then spread his wings to help his friends below.

Swiftwind was knocked out. When Frost woke her up by pressing her cold scales to Swiftwind's face, the Skywing cringed with pain. "Ow… my head… my back…" She moaned. Frost continued to put her cold scales on the parts she damaged. "We're going to go save who we can, and then get out of here." Frost said. "Wait… we are?" Rainfall asked her. "Yes. We're leaving the Travelers. We don't have anything left here anymore. Let's get Mahogany, Coyote, Constellation, Apollo, and anyone else we care about, and leave." Frost said.

When Swiftwind claimed she was well enough to fly, the three headed out for the battlefield again. "We should be fine as long as we stay hidden away enough." Swiftwind said, gritting her teeth slightly. "Miczariel is purely battle, but Adnachiel is for taking out isolated targets. He can sense them, but there's enough here that we shouldn't stand out particularly."

They landed outside an alley and entered a building through a side door. Inside, they found a dying man with dark skin, clutching his knee. He yelled something at them in another language. Rainfall could hear himself breathing heavily. They had all been trained for something like this, but never expected it to happen.

Near the doorway, there was a Skywing in a Traveler's hood facing the wall, muttering something to himself. He turned around and the three were greeted by Apollo's face. "…You're alive…" He said with disbelief. "I've been in here for… I thought…" "They locked the ones with souls inside." Swiftwind said. Apollo nodded. "Yep… thought they'd do that." Another small blast rocked the room.

"They're committing mass suicide!" Frost yelled. "They're too scared to let go of any of the souls they have!" Apollo nodded again. "The Demons are here to kill them. Jerboa won't have any of that."

There was silence between the four dragons. "Well… we're going to go get them." Frost said. "I was told that I need to protect my kind at all costs by my father, and any Travelers that aren't going to support them, are my kind. Would you like to escape with us?" Apollo thought for a moment. "Let's go see what's going on out there." He said.

The four dragons snuck outside of the house and entered the smoke cloud that had gathered from the explosion. They were attacked by the top half of a Skywing, using his front claws to crawl towards them, webbing and ancient intestines dragging along the street, a gargled roar escaping his mouth. Apollo killed it easily with a gunshot to the head. They said nothing.

All around them were Travelers killing the dead, sometimes the result of the other way around. Dragons and humans with their chests ripped open, their heads clawed apart, their necks in shreds. Rainfall thought he was going to be sick. He tried to think about the calm, peaceful rainforest, while putting one talon in front of the other, keeping his wings tucked back. He heard screams and dark calls.

After slowly traveling a few blocks into the destruction, they began to see more and more of the bodies of the Demon's victims, but they were covered in the webbing. Almost cocoon-like. It seemed to be spreading through some of them, slowing enveloping their bloodied bodies. Along with the firelight through the smoke, this was a complete hellscape. Something of a nightmare, but real.

"It's… wrapping them up." Frost said, pointing to a woman completely covered in the dark green strings. Rainfall looked ahead of him. There was a body that had minimal webbing in front of them. A Mudwing. Apollo let out a soft cry and ran forward. Papyrus.

As the once powerfully friendly face of their old instructor came into view, Rainfall and his friends' horror became even deeper. "Apollo…" Papyrus called out. His stomach was cut and was bleeding out everywhere. "It got me…" He groaned. "It's… eating me…"

Frost threw up behind Rainfall. Apollo began ripping at the webs with a long knife, but they grew back, and began growing faster. "Maybe… we can still…" Swiftwind began, her voice trembling. "Go… get out of here…" Papyrus ordered as he bled out. "Save the souls…" He stopped, his eyes stopping. He was dead. Apollo let out a cry and hugged his friend. "No…" He whispered, and began cutting the webs again, but they grew incredibly fast now. Apollo let out a scream as he cut them faster and faster, but he couldn't stop them from completely covering Papyrus.

Rainfall looked around in horror, gripping Frost with terror. He heard a nearby arrow whizz past. And then… a raven's call.

The sound seemed to echo throughout the smoke. He heard screaming from remaining Travelers. And then the sound of Apollo letting out a scream of his own. Apollo got up and backed away. Rainfall looked around. Swiftwind pointed as one of the corpses from before suddenly began to get up. Rainfall screamed as the body of Papyrus began to move again, reaching for them. They were surrounded by the dead on all sides. Stygal had turned the newly dead into more soldiers. Including Papyrus.

Apollo's mind seemed to break at this moment. He began almost laughing as his friend began to rip out of the webbing, reaching for him. Swiftwind reacted, shooting the corpse of Papyrus in the chest. It wouldn't kill him, but he fell back down. "Come on!" Frost cried, spreading her wings. Rainfall grabbed Apollo's wing. "HEY! FLY!" He yelled. Apollo began to fly, but Rainfall felt cold talons on his tail. He yelled as another one of the undead pulled him down. The body of Papyrus began to flail and run towards him like a broken puppet. Rainfall unhinged his jaw and spewed venom all over the arm of the dragon that was holding him. It let out a hiss as the arm began to disintegrate. Papyrus lunged at Rainfall with an open mouth, but Rainfall spat venom into his throat, letting the head decay from within.

Rainfall took off again, looking back at the two undead dragons. This wasn't how he imagined his first day as a Traveler going.

When they reached the door, they were instantly stopped by Jerboa appearing in front of them. "Frost. Rainfall." She said. "Go inside. You two are the last two world jumpers I can find. Go get Mahogany, Fjord, and Horizon, and bring them to another world. One of the other Travelers preferably." Swiftwind opened her mouth, but Rainfall nodded. "Yes Jerboa." He said and grabbed Frost by the arm.

The three dragonets made their way to the door and got two Travelers to open for them. "Good luck world jumpers." One said. Rainfall made a last look for Coyote and Constellation, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Once inside, Frost pointed to the first room of the underground, one of the few with any form of window. It had a large window to the outside with an old painted glass picture of Hamza. "In here." She said. Swiftwind moaned, her back and head probably hurting again. They entered the room. "This is perfect." Frost said. "We take Mahogany and leave." "What about everyone else?" Rainfall protested. "Look. You three and Mahogany are my closest friends. You are my tribe. Nothing else is above that." Frost said. Swiftwind took off her helmet and pressed her back to the wall near the window. "Look, we need to get out of here." Swiftwind said. "We're going to die if we don't."

And then, the window shattered. Six pairs of talons reached in. Swiftwind screamed as the glass shards impaled themselves in her scales. Rainfall panicked and drew his gun, firing at the arms, but instead hit Swiftwind's wing. Rainfall and Frost could only watch in horror as their friend was suddenly ripped out of the broken window and out by the dead. She screamed, and then it was quiet as her throat was slit by an Icewing.

Rainfall and Frost ran out of the room and slammed the door shut, grabbing an old desk and stopping the door with it. They grabbed an old bookshelf too, slamming it against the old wood. But judging from the banging that soon echoed from the door, it wouldn't last forever.

Frost began to cry, and clutched Rainfall. "I… I… echhh…." She managed. Rainfall cried too, the imprint of the bullet hitting Swiftwind's wing imprinted in his mind. It was his fault. Again. Just like Chameleon.

"There's only one thing to do now." Frost cried. "I don't want to lose you. I want to live with you forever." "Me too…" Rainfall said, his voice trembling, tears falling down his face. His scales were nothing but pale, pale green.

"But the Demons… this… the Travelers… it won't leave us alone, will it?" Frost cried. "I want to live a life of freedom! I want to be free! But I guess there's only one way to be invincible to all of this…"

Frost looked Rainfall in the eyes. "We kill Fjord and Horizon and take their souls. Then we kill Miczariel and Adnachiel and inherit them." Rainfall looked at her. "Our wills are strong enough. We can do it. I bet I can become Adnachiel."

Here. We. Go.